[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

It was originally a Qionglin banquet in the palace.

Every year, Da Chu used Qionglin to entertain new scholars.

Zhao Dongyang saluted the father-in-law who delivered the decree, and sent him out respectfully.

The Qionglin banquet in the palace is scheduled for the end of February.

It was the day of Zhao Yan's mother's death.

Ever since Zhao Yan smoked Zhao Ming that day, she hasn't seen that bastard for a few days.

The roots of his disease are deep, the weather is getting warmer, but his body is still not recovering, the red color on his lips seems to be brought out from the mother's womb.

Even though his face was unbelievably pale, it was still as bright red as the blood of a person's heart.

The Bie Yuan where Zhao Ming lives sings and sings every night, but the place where Zhao Yan lives is particularly deserted.

He has no home and no room, and the only thing he sleeps with is the tablet of his mother enshrined in front of the case.

Falling asleep with the scent of fragrant mist, even in dreams, there are mostly nightmares.

Everyone in this world has a way to turn back, except him.

Walking down step by step, a piece of flesh and blood will be lost with each step, until finally there are no bones left, leaving a piece of human skin riddled with holes.

Zhao Yan was in a bad mood, it was Zhao Dongyang who helped him into the carriage in the palace.

The court ladies and eunuchs in long trains walked quickly with gold cups in their hands, emerald plates on their temples, and their long skirts trailing the floor.

The young emperor sat on the golden dragon and jade, and the bright yellow gauze hung down.

The music is accompanied by water sleeves and dancing shadows, and there are beauties, wine and songs in front of the case.

It is a rich family wine, a scene of wealth and honor in the world.

Zhao Yan saw Cui Jia in a blue official robe among the new scholars.

Something happened to Cui Shilin, and it's not bad to have this child supporting the Cui family in the officialdom.

When will Zhao Ming be more obedient?

Zhao Yan shook her head, thinking of Zhao Ming, she felt a headache even more, and three cups and two cups were pushed over by her colleagues, so she ate too much wine.

Cui Jia secretly glanced at Zhao Yan in the crowd.

I only saw His Royal Highness King Qin carrying the glass cup over, and the pressure on Zhao Yan's shoulder was a bit heavy.

Zhao Yan's eyes were a little hazy, she tried her best to hold on, and returned a cup to King Qin.

Qin Wang said something in his ear, he smiled lightly, his pupils brightened.

Later, King Qin left, and Zhao Yan was pushed over by more colleagues.

Zhao Yan is always different from other people when she is drunk.

His eyes are clear and he doesn't look drunk, only those who are familiar with him know that he is drunk.

Zhao Yan's eyes were not bright when she was awake.

With a dark look, others can only see his own reflection in those eyes, but they cannot see his thoughts.

Zhao Yan, who was only drunk, seemed to have the light in her eyes coming back, or it should be Zhao Changning from the past.

The beauty was covered back, warm and moist as jade, waist straight, and a pair of eyes shining brightly.

There was a thin blush on the face, like a smudge on the extremely ruddy lips.

He couldn't even stand steadily, and the usual rigorous collar was opened, revealing a complexion as clear as jade. A soul-stirring beauty picture created by splashing ink in the middle.

Cui Jia stared blankly, then drank another glass of wine sullenly.

A fellow scholar whispered in his ear, "I don't want Master Shoufu to live like this."

"If you can worship under Lord Shoufu, you will be able to rise to the top in the future."

Cui Jia said in a muffled voice, "What's so good about worshiping him?"

This is called Han Lin's Jinshi way, "Master Shoufu is very powerful. Look at the 20 or so of us, how many of them are here for Mr. Zhao. If you can be related to Mr. Zhao, it will be a good choice." .”

Cui Jia didn't have a good face, "If you get married, you won't know how you died."

Han Lin looked at Cui Jia in a daze, and saw that this young man was about his age, and he was born with a beautiful appearance, not like a fool, how could he say such stupid words.

He came from a foreign country, and he didn't know that the person in front of him was the famous cousin who was kicked out by Mr. Shoufu a few days ago.

Cui Jia found a secluded corner, but saw the Zhao family members approaching him, turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped again.

The boy glared, and there was an impatient expression between his brows and eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Master Zhao asked the villain to bring you a message, and you must not come under the Rong family."

Cui Jia sneered, "Get lost."

The servants of the Zhao family shook their heads and went back to report.

Cui Jia focused on drinking, holding the wine glass in his hand with one hand. Cui Jia raised his eyes and saw a nobleman smiling at him, "Are you from the Cui family?"

Cui Jia nodded, "You are?"

The man who looked like a nobleman smiled with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Rong San."

He knows who this man is.

He is from the Rong family.

It was the Rong family that the Zhao family had mentioned just now.

There were more than 20 Xinke scholars at this Qionglin Banquet, none of Zhao's family accepted them, and most of them joined King Qin's family, and Cui Jia worshiped as Rong's family.

Chu Yu watched coldly from above. He became the emperor when he was young, and he has seen all living beings and all appearances from this position.

He looked at how cautious the crowd was towards Zhao Yan, and saw Zhao Yan asking for leave because of too much alcohol, so the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

Finally, he was the only one left at the banquet.

And the eunuch behind him.

Are slaves considered human beings?

Chu Yu curled his lips coldly.

The pupils of the young emperor's eyes were pitch black in the open fire after the banquet. "The Zhao family didn't accept students."

Chang Ping said cautiously, "Probably Mr. Zhao, I'm afraid that the emperor will be suspicious."

Chu Yu pursed his lips, looked at the lights all over the hall, and sneered slightly, "Our Zhao Shoufu, has never been afraid of me."

The young emperor's voice was very calm, but Chang Ping could hear a chilling viciousness from it.

The candles were all extinguished, and the banquet was empty, leaving only a pool of spring water in the imperial pool outside the hall still rippling.